She Is a Hurricane - Asbjørn

What a mess she made

Just to pull you down

You caught her while she was throwing stones

In the water her face in trembling agony

Don’t let go of her yet

No, don’t let go of her yet

Go to the garden she’s got something to tell you

You play it cool like you always do

You’re a hunter

Thunder rumbling in the palm of her hand

And you’re in the eye of the storm

She is a hurricane

The wild birds call for you

All her stones hesitate

And then collapse on your green and devious forest floor

Go to the garden she’s got something to tell you

You play it cool like you always do

You’re a hunter

Thunder rumbling in the palm of her hand

And you’re in the eye of the storm

She is a hurricane